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FORTY-SEVEN
Family is who you choose
DAISY
Zyla was right. No one is mad at me. We have a quiet dinner. There isn’t much talking, and while they all agreed we did the right thing, they’re still allowed to be sad and grieve. Orcus doesn’t touch his food and I push mine around my plate. His hand hasn’t left my leg, and when Orshana finally ends the dinner, he snatches me up and carries me to our room without even telling them goodbye.
“Orcus, where are your manners?”
“Fuck manners.” He kicks into our bedroom and slams the door shut, tossing me toward the bed.
I squeal as I sail through the air and land on the soft mattress with a quiet thud. He comes down on me before I catch my breath and pins me in place, face hovering over mine.
“I thought I lost you.”
“I’m right here.” I grab his tusks and tug. Our lips crash in a messy and hurried kiss, each of us desperate to confess how terrified we both were. My legs clamp around his waist and I bite his lip softly, grinding against him.
“Daisy.” My name falls from his lips on a whisper but it’s like he called to my soul. The bond vibrates with love. He pulls back to look at me. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”
I kiss his cheek and drop my head back onto the mattress. “I know that I love you… and that you love me.”
“It’s more than that,” he presses. “You’re my whole world, and the thought of you not being here… it almost destroyed me. The only thing that kept me standing was hope that I’d get there in time to pry you from their grasp.”
“That’s more than I ever wanted,” I say as a tear slips down my cheek. “You’re more than I ever wished for.”
“What, you didn’t think to wish for a handsome, grumpy ogre?”
I giggle. “Now who’s sarcastic?”
He arches an eyebrow. “You’ve infected me.”
“I’m so sorry,” I murmur and brush my lips over his. “How can I make it up to you?”
His lips curve against mine. “I can think of a few things,” he says before stealing my breath with a kiss that imprints itself on my soul. It’s more than lust and desire, it’s the truth of everything we confessed. It’s love and it’s devotion and it’s perfect. Just like him. “I need to be inside of you,” he says, slipping his hand between my legs and prepping me with his fingers. “I need you to clamp around me. I need you to scream my name. I need you.”
“Yes,” I rasp as he scissors two thick fingers inside of me.
“But first, I’m starving.”
“You should have eaten.”
“I was saving myself.” He kisses me and then slides down my body and buries his face between my legs.
My hands immediately grasp his hair and I meet his tongue thrust for thrust, taking what I want and what I need, exactly like he’s taught me. My entire body pulses with desire. His tongue slides over my clit, warm and sweet, demanding and rough,commanding. Orcus doesn’t make me come; Orcus tears the orgasm from my body with three swipes of his tongue and before I can even come down from bliss, he’s naked and sliding inside of me.
Bit by bit he stretches me, and I’ve never loved the feeling more than I do now. He’s the prince I’ve always dreamed of, but when he pulls back and slams into me, shocking the breath from my lungs, he’s the villain I’ve always secretly lusted for. His arms cage my head and his tusks brush either side of my head, almost like they’re forcing me to look him in the eyes as the second orgasm crashes over me.
His irises expand and his gaze slips down to my lips seconds before he claims my mouth. I meet his tongue lash for lash, cling to his body, and fall for him more and more. He slows his thrusts, finding a smooth rhythm which allows his cock to brush over my g-spot again and again, gently coaxing my body toward another release.
“I’ll still make you my queen,” he murmurs against my lips. “And I’ll worship you every day.” His cock pulses. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. All I ask in return is to have your love, your smile and,” he thrusts, “your tight pussy.”
I smile and brush my nose over his. “Shut up and kiss me, grumpy.”
Our mouths collide again, but it’s different this time. It’s not frenzied with the haze of lust. It’s not only sex. This is Orcus baring his soul to me. I’ll give him more than he’s asked for, but if I admit to that he might get growly, so I simply send a burst of happiness straight through the bond. That thick vein that runs up the side of his length throbs and my walls clamp around him in response.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“You better,” I say and flex around his length. “You can do it, grumpy. Give me everything.”
